Clips Spill

[Hook: Naturally Trash]
This for my Upper Echelon up in the hill niggas
My clips spill, split cream banana peel niggas
Xanarchy, poppin pillies I don't think you will niggas
Oh I don't think you will niggas
This for my Upper Echelon up in the hill niggas
My clips spill, split cream banana peel niggas
Xanarchy, poppin pillies I don't think you will niggas
Oh I don't think you will niggas

[Verse 1: Naturally Trash]
My birds gon take flight, sing McKnight, and get shot down
Free Bobby, Meek and Tay them niggas livin with the cops now
Lock up Pump, swift uppercut and knock out
Like a bitch would, 3 years before Graduation, he dropped out
Reppin WANG$AP at will
You a Dream Chaser but still live in the Ville? (Forreal)
I'm so appalled, I put you through the wall
There's so many niggas think they drippin with the sauce
Fuck a Benz tho, keep my spends low
Collect my dividends, trappin out the fuckin bando
Fuck a handheld
Too bad half these niggas will never get they hand held

[Verse 2: eighty-eight]
My shits' been amazing, that's a motherfucking posit
Since Frank and Elt where putting clothes in eachother's closets
Why the fuck you saying you want to live in the projects?
Just to get an article but that shit ain't that Complex
Man, my shit so unstable
Like tryna test fate, when your name ain't even Abel
Acting like you trap, but your name ain’t Clark Gable
Wearing a fake strap, like yo girl doing anal
Unable, to rock with you fucking looneys
Rapping bout clothes, o's and all yo lil groupies
You think you're so cool with your "off--white" hoodie
The devil don't where prada cuz you faggots bought Gucci
Ha, did I just tell that shit?
My choppa sang a melody, it just killed that shit
The party isn’t over but I’m leaving in my bimmer
Bust in the Bible, show this Cole World I'm a Born Sinner

[Bridge: eighty-eight]
I hit the, ground running but i'm trippin off acid
I got, pipe dreams in some cheeks that ain't plastic
Want the, LaFerrar but that price is so tragic
I'm so fucking dead inside think I need me a casket
I hit the, ground running but I'm trippin off acid
I got, pipe dreams in some cheeks that ain't plastic
Want the, LaFerrar but that price is so tragic
I don't really want to work hard but I also want a classic

[Verse 3: Naturally Trash]
White star on me like the Homestar Runner
Nigga lose his V-card he a new-cummer
I'm saturated like 14 in a band
This my Coloring Book, off the acid like Chance
Niggas started gettin Views like they name Aubrey
Triple threat, walk around, Flatbush Zombie
Common Logic like my hand wrapped in gause
Lil Baby, that's My Dawg, Imma grab em by the paws
Fill in a Madlib and sketch DOOM up in the picture
Go and look for Lupe when I need my Food & Liquor
Got the Supermagic like Mos Def, mos definitely
Speakin New English, Desiigners beat the best of me
I've only gotten more Childish Because The Internet
Since before The Black Album I always been a Threat
Please, No More Parties in LA bitch
If I hear about another rager Imma lose my patience
One Divine Feminine could wipe the population
Now I'm Watching Movies muted in my fucking basement
$100,000 on your face, you need a facelift?
Kim K, Kanye and Ray J need a tape, shit